“Christ, you’re so beautiful,” he panted as she impaled herself hard on his cock and laced her fingers with his. He watched her come, a delicious blush in her cheeks, her skin dewy with sweat, her back arching, her head thrown back.She is a goddess…
Pilot went to sleep that night knowing his future was in his arms.
Serena waited until Kristof was well and truly loaded before calling a cab and loading him and herself into it. She gave the driver directions back to Kristof’s apartment and kissed Kristof all the way to stop him objecting.
Once inside, she managed to get him into the apartment and strip him but try as she might, she could not get him hard.
“Stop,” Kristof moaned, turning his face into his pillow.
Serena sighed and got off him. “I need a bump.”
“Help yourself,” Kristof mumbled, groaning. “I feel like shit.”
Serena hoovered a line of cocaine up her nostril. “I’ll make you some coffee. We need to talk.”
“Coffee, then talk.Maybe.”
Serena went into Kristof’s vast kitchen to crank up his espresso machine. She stood at the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out over Manhattan. Serena placed her hands against the glass. Oh, to be able to afford a place like this. Maybe if she were useful to Kristof, he’d move her in with him permanently.
Maybe if she gave him whatever he wanted. She smirked to herself. They were about to have a very significant chat.
She made the coffee and took it back into the bedroom. Kristof had sat up now, and he actually thanked her for the drink. “What do you want to talk about?”
Serena very deliberately sipped her coffee before answering. “How about the fact that Vasquez caught you and Elliott … swapping fluids, as it were?”
Kristof went very still, his eyes hooded and dangerous. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Come on, Kris, I know you’ve been swapping out your sample for Elliott’s. Homeboy is so pure and virginial, he’s probably never even heard of cocaine. That’s why you picked him and I say …kudos. The regime at the ballet company can go suck it. You’re a genius.”
Kristof was silent for a few minutes, studying Serena. Eventually, he lifted his chin. “What is it you want, Serena? If you’re looking for principal … I’m sorry. In all conscience, you’re not ready for that.”
“Fine.”
He looked at her quizzically. “Fine? Now I am intrigued. What could you possibly want more than principal?”
Serena smiled. “You. I want you.Us.Together. Personally and professionally. I want to be your lover and your muse. I want to be your partner.”
Kristof snorted but then his eyes got serious. “Serena, because I like you, I’ll be honest. Look at me. I’m an almost 50-year-old junkie has-been. Why the fuck would you want me? I’m not even that rich. You’re young, beautiful, and you could find yourself a sugar daddy like that.” He clicked his fingers.
“But I don’t want a sugar daddy, Kris.” She went to sit by his side. “I don’t want money, although this place is sweet.” Serena slipped her hand into his and was gratified that he didn’t pull away. “Why should she get the mentor, the billionaire photographer, the lead, the spotlight in everything? You know I’m as good as she is.”
“So, that’s what this is about—Boh.”
Serena pressed her lips to his fiercely. “She’s not the only girl in the world.”
Kristof put down his coffee cup and pulled her onto his lap. Serena wriggled, feeling his cock respond at last. Kristof ran his hands through her hair. “You’re not as good as Boh is and you know that. But youcouldbe.”
“With the right mentor.”
He moved suddenly, flipping her onto her back and kicking her legs apart. He thrust his cock deep inside her, trying to regain some of the power which seemed to have shifted. “And what would you be prepared to do for that?”
Serena smiled up at him. “Anything, Kristof … I would doanything.”
Chapter Fourteen
Boh tried not to look too enamored with the loft space they were looking at, but she saw the same excitement in Pilot’s eyes. The loft, three blocks from the ballet company, was vast, open plan, exposed red brick, and huge windows. Boh’s eyes were wide with the possibilities. Was this really her life now?
The realtor left them alone to talk and Pilot wrapped his arms around her. “Can you see it, Boh? The bookshelves along that wall, our bed over there …”
